Back on the wall.

My mum bought this picture 40 years ago, and it followed her around until she left us last year. It has not been up since we cleared her place, but is finally hanging on the wall again, and I can look at it and remember her every time I go downstairs. Not that I ever forget her, but recent events have clouded my mind and my heart. When I think about people I love, I become myself again.

Her mirror is also hanging on the wall (see extra).

A lazy day for the Noo - he says he is exhausted. I had a lazy start, but then rallied to do 2 loads of washing, some shopping, and floor washing. I went for my first run in ages at lunchtime. I’m almost in danger of becoming a non-runner, but if that happens, it means he’s taken my life force. He isn’t having that!